Qin Liuxi saw him, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He pushed little Wangchuan forward and said, "This is your fellow disciple's father, call him uncle, and there will be a meeting gift."
Teng Tianhan: "?"
Little Wangchuan looked up at the refined and dignified Teng Tianhan, bowed in greeting, and sweetly said, "Hello, Uncle."
Teng Tianhan's throat bobbed as he examined her carefully, thinking the same thought as his son—was this the foolish child? She seemed quite normal, clean and cute, and utterly naive about the world.
He turned to look at Qin Liuxi, who said with a grin, "Oh, this is also my disciple, picked up on the streets."
Teng Tianhan and son: Ha ha, even you don't believe what you're saying!
Under Qin Liuxi's gaze, Teng Tianhan was the first to concede. He took off a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to little Wangchuan, "Good child, this is for you to play with."
